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Sour Droplets
Droplets gives him outlets: finding me pressed
By lust's enticing fragrance - it swells need
To taste a girl; yet he would have caressed
My boyfriend; being gay he'd love to seed
All of our youthful hopes - experience
An older man might bring to tease our holes
Has such cachet that he can stop pretence;
And move from fantasy to strip our souls
Of such residual innocence he finds,
Obstructing paths to pleasure; as he seeks
The contrast of our unimpeded minds;
And untouched parts, beguiling him for weeks;
Obscene thoughts build, and these my cunt reflects:
Heads whisper-filled; and mouths with sour droplets.
By lust's enticing fragrance - it swells need
To taste a girl; yet he would have caressed
My boyfriend; being gay he'd love to seed
All of our youthful hopes - experience
An older man might bring to tease our holes
Has such cachet that he can stop pretence;
And move from fantasy to strip our souls
Of such residual innocence he finds,
Obstructing paths to pleasure; as he seeks
The contrast of our unimpeded minds;
And untouched parts, beguiling him for weeks;
Obscene thoughts build, and these my cunt reflects:
Heads whisper-filled; and mouths with sour droplets.
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